Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 15:38:56 -0500
From: Jarrod Holiway
Subject: Levi (Part 1)
Levi the Abandoned Boy
This is the First Chapter in the Levi Series. Please Check out my Kyle
Series in the High School category. Enjoy.
All usual disclaimers apply.
My last look into the mirror acted as the most important. I always
stared at myself in the mirror for a couple minutes making sure I looked as
good as I possibly could before I left the house for a night out. During
this time I also donned the only scent I considered worthy to be on an
image of perfection such as myself, Acqua Di Gio by Armani. Tonight I had
chosen my black silk shirt for the honor of being draped across my perfect
chest. It sat above perfectly tailored black slacks that accentuated my
muscular buttocks and well-endowed package. I had every single black hair
working in perfect harmony. My well waxed eyebrows rested above my
intensely dark green eyes and of course my favorite attribute could never
look bad, my squared jaw and full lips hosted a smile that could make
people melt.
I'm sure you have gathered that I am about as egotistical, arrogant
and narcissistic as they come. Why shouldn't I be? I am 6'1" and in perfect
physical condition. I am only seven percent body fat but not some ogre
looking body builder with muscles sticking out of every inch of my body. I
had been an out and proud homosexual since I was eighteen. I had gone to
college and succeeded. I had a great job that allowed me creature
comforts. I had everything in the world going on for me. I had sex with who
I wanted and I felt nothing was missing.
I finished getting ready and I headed out to my favorite bar in the
gay-bor-hood. That's what we called a certain area of my city that played
host to all the gay bars. My car was parked and I walked in, being above
such things as a cover charge. I took my normal table and ordered the same
drink I always do; double bourbon and easy on the ice. I did my initial
scan of the meat; looking for the lucky guy that was going to get to come
home with me tonight. The bartender, Nathan, who was also a very close
friend of mine, brought my drink and sat at my table.
"What are you looking for tonight, Christian?" Nathan asked.
"What do you have for me, Nathan?" I asked with a smile. I knew he had
someone in mind for me already. Nathan knew my taste very well and always
kept an eye out for exquisite young men he knew I would like. My taste was
very simple indeed. I liked young, well groomed, new-to-being-gay guys in
great shape. They must be shorter than me and pale skin with black hair and
dark eyes was a major plus. I felt the contrast between white skin and coal
black hair was an image of unparalleled beauty. As for dark eyes, I just
loved looking into them. I had noticed people with dark eyes usually had
larger eyes than say people with hazel or blue eyes.
"He is exactly your type, Christian. You will want to do more than fuck
this kid. If I didn't know you better I would say you might even fall in
love with this one." I laughed hysterically at Nathan's remarks. I had
refused to love anyone ten years ago when I was eighteen and had just come
out.
"Well, Nathan, don't keep me in suspense. Point this soon to be conquest
out to my hungry eyes." I said with excitement creeping up in my voice.
"Well, Christian, he is exactly your type but with a variable you might not
like. He came in about 20 minutes ago and said the oddest thing. He looked
right at me and told me to point out the best fuck in the bar. I told him
to cool his jets because the best fuck in the city would be here shortly."
I started laughing. I was intrigued to say the least. I wasn't
intrigued about the 'best fuck in the city' comment; I knew I had rocked
Nathan's world last year and he would love a repeat encounter. It was just
too bad for Nathan I never fuck the same person twice. I was intrigued
about the idea that I might have found my match. It would take great
confidence for someone to come in a bar they hadn't been in before and
automatically start looking for the best fuck. I liked being the biggest
fish in the pond and I didn't want any competition.
"Okay, Nathan, point him out." I said. Nathan looked over to the bar and
nodded at a kid sitting on the corner of the bar in a t-shirt and jeans, no
belt, and tennis shoes. "Nathan, are you completely losing your mind? You
know that isn't for me. I am wearing over $500 worth of clothes right now
and you know I have expensive tastes when it comes to my fucks." Nathan
just looked at me and never dropped his smile during my questioning of his
judgment and he said this, "Just buy him a drink and I will send him
over. Get a look at his face and if you still think I am losing my grip on
your taste in men, you will drink free tonight."
Now I couldn't care less about my expenditures at the bar but I was
still mildly intrigued and Nathan had never steered me wrong so I nodded my
consent to this plan. I watched Nathan walk back over behind his bar and I
remembered how good he was in bed. I had thought about breaking my own rule
and fucking him again numerous times. Nathan was the perfect choice in
bartenders for this establishment. He was very good looking in a classic
way. He had wavy blonde hair and well defined features. Most of all what
drew people to Nathan was his personality. He was incredibly intelligent
and knew exactly what people wanted to hear. He was persuasive to the point
it could be construed as dangerous. Nathan was one of the few people I
would consider as impressive as myself. If I believed in love I would have
wanted to date Nathan.
I saw Nathan lean in and speak quickly to the boy in question. The
boy who sought out the best fuck in the city had a nice profile. The boy
looked directly at me and turned back to Nathan and they continued talking
for about 30 seconds. I loved anticipation like this. The music was pumping
loudly, lights were flashing everywhere, half-dressed boys were hopping up
and down and kissing one another. This was the atmosphere I loved once a
week. In my perfectly manicured life I typically disagreed with noise and
anything outside of my box of perfect organization. For some reason though
I loved to come here once a week and just soak up the hectic
environment. The kid in question got up and started walking toward me. I
braced myself for the usual 'battle of wills' that often comes with meeting
a new person. Nathan gave me a big smile behind the kid's back.
As the kid approached, I saw big black letters on his hands. He had
been marked a minor at the door. I was very turned off. I like younger guys
but I like younger guys that can drink. I started my eyes at his feet and
looked him up. He had a great physique. Very slim, but athletic not
skinny. He had a very long graceful neck. I like that. I looked into his
face and I loved Nathan. Nathan had been completely right. This kid had the
face of a true angel. The kid didn't sit down but walked right up and
looked down at me. I hated that. No one looks down at me. He didn't smile
or anything and he blurted out, "You want to fuck or what?"
I was no longer intrigued, impressed or mildly interested. This kid
was gorgeous but to really get me turned on you need the attitude I like
just as much as the body type. I said, "Sorry kid, Nathan has made a
mistake. I am not interested."
"I don't understand." the kid said.
"It is very simple kid. I am not going to fuck you. I am not interested in
you." I said it as plainly as I could trying not to hurt his feelings. To
my surprise he didn't leave. He looked confused.
"But you are the best in the city. I want the best. I need this to happen."
He said this with such exasperation. I was taken aback by his complete
honesty. He spoke in a way that made me feel like if I didn't take him home
the world would end. I believed him when he said he needed this to happen.
I was now mildly intrigued again. I kicked a chair out and he sat
down. I put my hand up and Nathan sent a hot little server in a thong over
with 2 double bourbons. I asked him if he drank and he said he had never
drank alcohol before. I figured it best he didn't start tonight so I just
started sipping one and I would just save the other. I wasn't looking to
fuck this kid but I figured he would be entertaining to talk to until I
found what I was looking for.
"My name is, Christian. What's your name kid?"
"I am Levi." He had lost some of his bravado and now looked almost
sheepish. It seemed to me the kid would have been more comfortable fucking
than talking.
"How old are you Levi?"
"I am eighteen today."
"Where do you live?"
"I don't have a home."
"Why don't you have a home?"
"My dad kicked me out."
"Is that why you want to fuck so badly? Looking to get back at the old man
or are you looking for a place to sleep tonight."
"I don't need anyone's charity and I have never had sex so I am looking to
change that tonight."
Alright Levi has told me a bunch of stuff already that gives me
everything I need to know. He answers all my questions completely and
quickly. I can only assume he does that because he is stupid or too honest
to be manipulative. I got the feeling he was just honest and not
stupid. Also, he had told me embarrassing stuff already. He doesn't even
know me and he isn't lying to make himself look better. I can tell he is a
proud person but most of all he has accidentally let a predator like myself
know he is inexperienced to the world. I pitied the kid. Levi and I were
making some idle small talk. I could tell he was very attracted to me. His
body language was subconsciously telling me that he wanted me. I had been
keeping an eagle eye on the door waiting for my fuck to walk through it. I
was determined to keep the conversation light but Levi made that
difficult. A lot of his comments throughout our talking had a trace of
seriousness in them. I sensed he had never really had a friend. He talked
about stuff that you wouldn't normally talk about to a guy you just met.
I had now been here for almost 2 hours and I was starting to feel
buzzed. I still hadn't seen my fuck walk in the door and I could tell Levi
was getting worried. He had noticed I wasn't focusing on him and he feared
I wasn't going to take him home after all. I was getting ready to tell
Nathan he lost our bet and I was going across the street to see if they had
something more to my liking when I noticed Levi's face again. He really did
have a face that looked like it had been carved out of white marble in a
semblance to angels. I thought I might have been a little too quick to pass
on him. Levi noticed me studying his face. He looked down as I looked into
his eyes. For the first time in ten years I felt guilty. I usually loved it
when people wouldn't hold eye contact with me. I took it as a sign of my
superiority when people looked down as I looked them straight on. This time
I just felt guilty. I felt like I had just showed my wrath to an already
defeated dog. I was ashamed of myself for the first time in ten years.
I was starting to feel shaken. Levi was invoking emotions I didn't
feel normally. It was then I noticed the bruises. I always prided myself on
my keen sense of observation but in my haste to discount Levi I had not
employed my usual efforts. Levi had a nasty bruise that could be seen
peeking out from under his left sleeve. Levi noticed immediately I was
looking at it and his eyes swelled with tears. I was flabbergasted. I had
managed to hurt this kid even more with my clumsy focus on his marks of
abuse. I was a physician. I knew that kind of bruise well. Someone had
grabbed his arm and squeezed hard enough to cause damage. It was a very
common injury with little kids whose parents had grabbed them. It was the
perfect place on the body to exert control over somebody weaker. Levi stood
up.
"I'm sorry I have been wasting your time Christian. I am going to let you
be now." I could hear him fighting back sobs in his voice.
"No Levi, don't go. Tell you what why don't you come home with me
tonight. No sex though. Let's just talk."
I thought to myself, what the fuck did I just say. I am a
self-serving dick. Why am I ruining my night for some kid with problems? I
had risen now also and I was looking right at him. He nodded his head
yes. I told him to wait for me and I walked over to Nathan. I placed $200
into his palm and I asked him if he would drive me home in my car and just
bring it back to my loft when he closed. I told him he could crash at my
place and I would take him back to his car in the morning. He asked what
was going on with Levi. I told him I would tell him all about it when he
came back over after close. We all walked out to my car. I opened the back
door for Levi and he was still on the verge of crying, I could tell. I got
in the passenger seat and Nathan behind the wheel.
"I love your car, Christian." Nathan said. That was to be expected. Nathan
remarked how much he liked my car every time he got in it.
"I know, Nathan. When are you going to buy one so you can quit drooling on
mine?" I joked.
"I couldn't afford this car if I saved for the next twenty years."
I tried to keep the conversation with Nathan light and constant so
as to take any pressure Levi felt about talking away. Nathan being smart
picked up on this immediately and never even acknowledged Levi's presence
for the fifteen minute ride. When we got to my loft Levi and I got out and
Nathan squealed the tires leaving me shaking my head. Levi walked into my
loft behind me and I heard a small gasp. He was very impressed with my
digs.
I motioned for him to sit and I sat across from him. I asked him,
"Why are you so shaken up?"
"I have never been to a gay bar. I have never been alone. I don't really
know what I am going to do. To be honest I am kind of scared. I am nervous
about being here. I don't know what to do." He said. I decided I would
tackle this. Normally I couldn't care less about other's people's problems
unless I was working. I had always maintained a professional life and
personal life that never collided.
"Well, first off did you just graduate this year?" I asked him.
"Yes."
"Are you going to go to college?"
"No."
"Why did your father kick you out?"
"I am gay."
"Did you tell him today?"
"No, I told my parents a couple of years ago and he made it clear then that
as soon as I was eighteen I was on my own."
"Do you have any money?"
"I have a $1,000 dollars he gave me. He wouldn't let me get a job because
he said I would just use it as a way to meet fags and live in sin and he
wouldn't allow me to engage in that kind of sinful act while I was under
his supervision. He has always made it clear that as soon as I turn
eighteen I was out of the house and not welcome back."
I breathed a large sigh. I knew this kind of stuff happened but
this was the first time it was in my face like this. I felt bad for Levi
but I was still unsure what to do. I poured myself a bourbon and sat in
silence for a minute. I wondered with the kind of strangle hold his father
had on him if he did have any friends, so I asked, and Levi said he wasn't
allowed to have friends. His father had told him that friends would just
encourage his disgusting sinning and he wouldn't stand for it. I was
completely beside myself. I knew this wasn't my problem but I wanted to
help. Here was a kid that had literally no one in the whole world.
I pondered while sipping my bourbon. It was easily the craziest
idea I have ever had but what if I took Levi in? I have always wanted a
protege - I asked, "Levi, do you want anything to drink?"
Levi half-smiled, "Well, I know I am too young but I would love to get
drunk. I never got to party in high school like everyone else."
I thought about it a minute. The big black "X's" on the backs of
Levi's hands told me I shouldn't let the kid drink. Plus I had seen plenty
of inebriated kids in the Emergency Department. I figured the kid wasn't
going anywhere tonight and had been robbed a little of certain High School
experiences like friends and parties. For my amusement I poured two shots
of bourbon and handed one to Levi. I told him to drink it all at once. On
my queue we both slammed the bourbon and I thought I had killed him. Levi's
beautiful pale skin turned red and he started coughing uncontrollably. He
had a hand clapped over his mouth and was bracing himself with the other. I
chuckled. Once he finally got himself under control he asked, "Is it
supposed to burn that badly?"
"Yes, Levi it is supposed to burn, but I kind of sabotaged you." I returned
to the wet bar and poured him a very week screwdriver. I handed him this
one and said, "Try this one buddy; I'm sure it will go down a little
easier." Levi took a sip and sighed a sigh of relief and flashed me his
gorgeous smile. I had the thought that when I was done with this kid he
will break more hearts than I could in three lifetimes. It was Levi that
broke the silence next, "What am I doing here?"
"Where else are you going to go?"
"Are we going to have sex, Christian or what are you going to do with me?"
"I don't really know yet Levi."
"I know you aren't going to hurt me but I am still nervous just being here
without knowing why." Levi said.
"Let me ask you this Levi; what are you going to do?"
"Well, I found a hotel I can stay at for $25 a night and I am going to get
a job. Then when I have saved enough I am going to get an apartment and
take it from there."
The kid hadn't worked out all of the bugs but I still had to
commend him on having some sort of plan. I thought about his plan and my
heart became heavy with what I figured would happen to him; he would get
hooked on drugs and become a street rat like so many abandoned young
people. I didn't want that for Levi. Somehow he had gotten under my skin. I
thought this wasn't the opportune time to offer him help though. Levi was
over halfway through the screwdriver. I had a plan. I was going to let him
get good and liquored up and sleep on my sofa. I would have a long talk
with him in the morning and maybe we could work something out. I topped off
Levi's drink and he said he was feeling really tired.
We talked some more. Levi was an only child with Mormon
parents. His father was a carpet salesman and his mother a stay at home
wife. Levi told me about daily verbal and physical abuse from the mouth and
hand of his father. Levi had begun to slur his words. I told him to get
comfortable and we would talk in the morning. Levi kicked off his shoes and
curled up into a little ball on the sofa. I was changing into a plain black
t-shirt when I heard Nathan walk through the door.
Nathan poured us each a tall glass of bourbon and followed me into
my bedroom. Nathan and I often sat in my bed and talked. I had put on some
Jack Johnson as background music and we both lit a cigarette. Nathan kept
giving me looks out of the corner of his eye and he finally asked me what
was on his mind, "What are you doing with that kid?"
"I am going to take him in." I proceeded to tell Nathan all about poor
Levi's hardships and my plans for him. Nathan told me I was fucking
crazy. I knew he would respond as such. Nathan continued to sit in my bed
and drink bourbon while he was telling me about his night. I had the
weirdest feeling of security. Nathan then took it upon himself to point out
the obvious, "You didn't get laid tonight."
"Nathan you know my rule; I can't mess around with you. I never go back for
seconds."
"You are such a dick Christian. For some reason I love it too. It is too
bad you know you are so good looking. But the offer is on the table if you
want to fool around a little."
With those last words, Nathan put down his bourbon and turned to
me. He placed his hand on my inner thigh and waited for me to make the next
move. I took another drink and thought about how great Nathan was in bed
and decided to go for it. I pulled my shirt off and started unbuckling my
belt. Nathan started stripping so fast I was sure he was going to end up
hurting himself. I was good and buzzed now with a half-stock. Nathan had
gotten completely naked in record time and started playing with my
nipples. Nathan knew I didn't kiss on the mouth. I had my hand on the back
of his head as he licked and nibbled my nipples. I was still wearing my
black Armani jockeys. I had moved down in bed so I was laying flat on my
back.
Nathan's roaming hand found my package. He was massaging my dick
through my jockeys while kissing my nipples. I pushed my underwear down and
my eight and half inch hard pole was standing at attention. Nathan took me
in his mouth. He was so talented. His hot, wet mouth inched slowly down my
cock. Nathan began rolling my balls around in his hand while he
deep-throated me. It felt so fantastic. I opened my eyes and looked down at
him. I loved watching his head bob up and down on my manmeat. Nathan sucked
me completely for about five or six more minutes before he straddled me and
put his seven inch bone up to my lips. I licked his swollen mushroom tip
and took it into my eager mouth. He tasted so good; I could taste his
night's work on him.
After I got Nathan's fuckstick good and sloppy wet I was sucking
him good and taking the time to really tongue his piss slit thoroughly. I
had gotten down a nice rhythm and my finger found his hole. I started
circling my finger around Nathan's tight little asshole. I couldn't take it
anymore; I had to get my dick in Nathan's ass. I let Nathan's cock fall out
of my mouth and I moved to my knees. Nathan laid on his back in front of me
and put his legs up on my strong shoulders. I grabbed my lube off the
nightstand and started working it into his beautiful hole. His hot little
sphincter felt so good wrapped around my exploring finger. I had two
fingers in his anal cavity up to my knuckles. I couldn't believe how hot
his rectum felt. I was rotating my fingers clockwise then opposite while
pushing them in and out of Nathan. He was breathing heavily and his eyes
were clamped shut. I pulled my fingers out and I rolled a condom onto my
dripping dick. I put my swollen head up to his inviting rosebud. I leaned
into him and pushed my manhood halfway into his gorgeous ass. This was
perfect bliss.
Nathan wasn't really my type but I enjoyed fucking him so
much. Truth be told, Nathan was my best friend. I had shared so many
personal things with him he knew me more than anyone else. Nathan is the
first guy I have been friends with prior to fucking him since I was
seventeen. Here I was again eight and a half inches deep into my best
friend's ass. I was fucking his hole harder than I have ever fucked anyone
and Nathan was loving it. He was stroking his cock so fast his hand just
looked like a blur. Nathan was moaning loudly and with a huge arch of his
back Nathan came. Nathan came hard. I think I counted seven or eight ropes
of cum spewing onto his abs and chest. The first rope of jizz hit Nathan on
the chin. Watching Nathan cum put me over the edge. With a couple of eight
inch hard slams into Nathan's ass I was filling the rubber with my sweet
nectar. I felt so complete. I don't know if it was the booze or all of the
emotion I had been feeling all night but I looked down into Nathan's
classically good looking face. We made eye contact and I leaned down and
kissed him fully on the mouth. I pushed my tongue between his lips and
kissed him hard. Nathan obliged and we had a sloppy make out session that
lasted more than a couple of minutes. I cleaned up a little and went to
sleep next to Nathan.
It was 8:31 when I awoke. Nathan and Levi were still asleep. I got
in the shower and I smelled coffee brewing when I got out. I got dressed
and joined the other two in the sitting room. I told Levi to hang around
while I took Nathan to his car. Half an hour later I was back and Levi was
crying on my sofa. I sat next to him and put my arm around his overburdened
eighteen years old shoulders.
"Get it all out Levi. We all need a good cry sometimes." When Levi got
control over himself I told him to take a shower and I would set some
clothes out for him to put on and we would have a talk about his future.
To Be Continued...
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